A poem: The Chapel
In the still of the morning This is my chapel The chapel Where my thoughts And prayers Are focused on Him Who blessed me with such Quiet and reverent beauty. The organ pipes Are the voices of birds. The holy water for baptism Dances as it trips and falls In the cascades of the waterfall. The breeze is the holy incense Caressing me and enveloping me In peace and reflectiveness. It pushes the chimes Creating a melodious sound As if the choir was softly singing The praises of The Creator. My communion wine Is Starbucks French Roast Blessed by the prayers uplifted And the thoughts that dwell On The Most High. I shall dwell in this chapel And seek God as He takes His morning walks.
